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letras de 115tri – astroboy

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[chorus]
sent some shots and got to hittin
then i bust his chromosome
all that talkin got to b~tchin when a n~gga shot your home
and if i dont got the time i send a hit i let him know
who i want to die we gon give that b~tch a broken home
gun on my waste i grip it tight
if he move wrong i take his life
he think its funny he gon die
i keep it loaded when i ride
lemon squeeze 223 hit his feet i shoot with ease
send a hit i get him gone i get him touched i won’t say please
shot his neck blood on my shoes his mama crying on her knees
i be runnin with this gun in my hand i got expеrtise

[verse 1: 115tri]
we sending thе bullets it come out the sky
if he f~ckin with me you know he gonna die
police keep asking im telling them lies
run up on him you know he gonna cry
if i get the chance you know ima stretch him
dont come in my zone im not gonna let him
im sending a hit you know i’ma tell him
got hit with this stick i let them know
you didn’t pay up so b~tch ima stretch you with this glock don’t too close
i could run this sh~t up 100 k in a day so dont try me you n~ggas broke
not stopping violence till they die
i seen the b~tch right in his eyes
not gon stop shooting till he cry
i k!lled em told him say goodbye
6 piece mcnugget get a n~gga cut b~tch you can’t k!ll no k!ller
hop on that block we on that spot you know he turned into a sprinter
i know that he not cut like that that n~gga acting like he tender
n~ggas know that i be throwing plays just like im a center
b~tch dont never touch my gun
let me show you im not the one
you n~ggas know i k!ll for fun
out that dark we k!ll anyone
[bridge]
n~gga gone get fried throw him high to the sky
tell the police lies im not a nice guy
ima make em cry cry run n~ggas gone try
drive by fly by tell a n~gga good bye

[chorus]
sent some shots and got to hittin then i bust his chromosome
all that talkin got to b~tchin when a n~gga shot your home
and if i dont got the time i send a hit i let em know
who i want to die we gon give that b~tch a broken home
gun on my waste i grip it tight
if he move wrong i take his life
he think its funny he gon die
i keep it loaded when i ride
lemon squeeze 223 hit his feet i shoot with ease
send a hit i get him gone i get him touched i won’t say please
shot his neck blood on my shoes his mama crying on her knees
i be runnin with this gun in my hand i got expertise

- letras de 115tri

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